Do you not think so, Erik?"The man mumbled his response as he nibbled his wife's earlobe and she let out a small squeal."Oh, Erik, are you certain we ...eed to go to the opera house now? Can this not wait for another day? I would really like to go home and well, I would like you to show me a few more breathing exercises. I really liked the ones we worked on last night..." Woman, you truly are insatiable!"He enveloped her in a tight embrace and muttered."And, I love it that you are! Ma chère,. But where and to whom?Having done all he could do at the computer for now, Bahn made a haphazard effort to straighten up his desk and went home to his Cartier Square hi-rise apartment.Checking the refrigerator and the sparse contents of his cupboard, Bahn grabbed a small pan and made himself a fried egg sandwich and a cup of tea. He was never much of a coffee drinker but would tolerate a cup, every so often, if he had to. Bahn always preferred a good cup of strong tea with milk and one. . Planned andthere would be rose pedals on the bed, chocolates, champagne...Augh... This is ridiculous! Why am I over thinking this shit? ShouldI say something? I saw the TV remote and picked it up, extending it tohim. "Find something to watch, get comfortable, I'll be right back..."He smiled and aimed the remote at the TV, while I rummaged through adresser drawer for something that would give me more freedom, but didn'tscream 'slut', yet masked things from the waist down. This. This is perfect, absolutely perfect. Thank you.”He chuckled, “Now, what are you thanking me for? The eagle? I had nothing to do with the eagle, the warmth of the day, or the mountains around us.”“Maybe not directly, but you had everything to do with my being here to enjoy it.” I kiss him, again, looking into his eyes and my face transforms completely in a smile that spreads from my mouth and eyes and across my entire face. “But, you had everything to do with my being able to share it with.